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The toughest thing for me to face when it comes to creating the lifestyle I want, has been overcoming my fears, and not only my fears, but also the fears of the women I love. Our mind is wired with millions of thoughts about  what will go wrong when we decide to do something different in our life. I can see the face of my mother and grandmother, I can hear their voices cautioning me every-time I decide to go higher in the ladder. I have always been the kind of girl that lives life on the edge–ahead of my time. I remember being 12 and dreaming of wearing high heels and becoming a mom. So, I probably have more images of terror of my grandmother and mother’s face, than any other human can handle.

At 17 I gave birth to my daughter, and the only person inside the room with me was my mother, I can’t explain the look in her face as I pushed, and pushed, she was petrified–scared to death for me, and I remember telling myself, “What the heck is her problem, why the face?! it’s supposed to be painful, and beautiful, but not scary” “I am giving birth here lady!…no one said it would be easy!”. {I chose this picture for the post, because it demonstrates perfectly how we can help our kids experience life out of the scary box when we let go of our own fears.}

That’s just one example of the many times I had to overcome the fears of the people I love, in order to experience my life. Of course you will fail, of course your will regret, of course you will wish you had never gone that way, but that is the only way to fulfill at the very least–a quarter of your life.

Here is a poem dedicated to the women I love. Their fears gave me the opportunity to face my own, and from that place I always found the light. Thank you mom.

On Children– by Kahlil Gibran a Lebanese-American writer, poet, and artist.

Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life’s longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you,
And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.

You may give them your love but not your thoughts, 
For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls,
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, 
which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
You may strive to be like them, 
but seek not to make them like you.
For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.

You are the bows from which your children
as living arrows are sent forth.
The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite, 
and He bends you with His might 
that His arrows may go swift and far.
Let your bending in the archer’s hand be for gladness;
For even as He loves the arrow that flies, 
so He loves also the bow that is stable.

Picture by – christyscherrer